You must have loved me you never offered you needed nothing but your 

play space open. A ruder regret was just to attack you when senselessness 

gazed at the atrophied hulk of you lost in your dreaming. Matter to me that 

you didn't see it 17 years I didn't want to loose it. Scared to expose your 

needs to the great running river. Uninteresting shades glow for the moment 

ambitions so towering can't tell you how I might have screwed it up in the 

fact that you needed me. Used to the limits of openness tiring all of me the 

gate could not hold open. To prepare even more seclusion is you there's 

always another layer in spaces even smaller and further inside in the 

angelus thread of shame and of surrealing. Biting at conscience it eats at 

the nourishing substance creeping even further till fall you must fall and still 

further till over you go into deep crenillations and wonder how the hell you 

got there